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Teflon Video (MV)




Performed By: G Herbo
Featuring: Wheezy, Taurus
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Herbert Wright, Taurus Bucy Currie Jr., Wesley Glass




G Herbo - Teflon Lyrics
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[ Featuring Wheezy, Taurus ]

(Taurus)
(Wheezy outta here)
Ayy

Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah

Tell the lil' niggas step they shit up
Wanna be like me, pay the fine
Hop out the V, throw valet the key
Walk in with Ski, we don't wait in line
Catch me V.I.p., twenty frees, get everything free
That's all the time
Send me an eighty, we goin' crazy
You book me, at least I could f*ck off a dime
Rock VVs, come straight out a mine
Two hundred G's, I'm fresh out of shine
Get dry cleaned, I'm good with my iron
Ain't never squeeze before, he be lyin'
Can't come see you, ho, I be grindin'
Scrapin' her knees, I'm breakin' her spine
Beggin' and pleadin', I keep declinin'
Before I tell her I need her, I'm dyin'
Too turnt up, can't hear that chit-chat
Lift weight, bench press, got no six pack
Louis V, switch up my fit, I mix-match
Soon as we snatch, you can't get shit back
And I'm with savages, f*ck around, get smacked
Lil' bro got one head, but six hats
Ridin' with a mami, she Spanish, a hood bitch black
And they both tryna split me, Kit Kat

Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah

Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (turn up quick)
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Done got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong (yeah)
Four-nick' hit, break bones (yeah)
It don't care who strong, yeah

I'm a chandelier
Just on Chrome Heart, I spend a hundred grand a year (at least)
All the thots gettin' turnt up, they standin' on a chair
End of the night, we drunk, they playin' truth or dare (ayy)
Want me pull her hair
When I'm lit, don't care
Really rich, I swear
Switch at least a pair
All my whips is rare (skrrt)
Man, this shit ain't fair
Wanna be a millionaire?
Come and sniff my air
I'm in the winner circle
Damn, your nigga a square
Money everywhere
You lil' niggas embarrassin'
Pull up, watch 'em glare
Shit, I'm in the McLaren
Take Bottega steps
Seen you shop in clearance
Five figures for the fit, that's everything I'm wearin'
These two thousand kicks when I'm just runnin' errands
I had racks when I was a jit, started takin' care of my parents
Ain't got no advance off rap, but I live in a mansion, uh

Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah

Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (turn up quick)
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Done got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong (yeah)
Four-nick' hit, break bones (yeah)
It don't care who strong, yeah
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(Taurus)
(Wheezy outta here)
Ayy

Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah

Tell the lil' niggas step they shit up
Wanna be like me, pay the fine
Hop out the V, throw valet the key
Walk in with Ski, we don't wait in line
Catch me V.I.p., twenty frees, get everything free
That's all the time
Send me an eighty, we goin' crazy
You book me, at least I could f*ck off a dime
Rock VVs, come straight out a mine
Two hundred G's, I'm fresh out of shine
Get dry cleaned, I'm good with my iron
Ain't never squeeze before, he be lyin'
Can't come see you, ho, I be grindin'
Scrapin' her knees, I'm breakin' her spine
Beggin' and pleadin', I keep declinin'
Before I tell her I need her, I'm dyin'
Too turnt up, can't hear that chit-chat
Lift weight, bench press, got no six pack
Louis V, switch up my fit, I mix-match
Soon as we snatch, you can't get shit back
And I'm with savages, f*ck around, get smacked
Lil' bro got one head, but six hats
Ridin' with a mami, she Spanish, a hood bitch black
And they both tryna split me, Kit Kat

Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah

Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (turn up quick)
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Done got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong (yeah)
Four-nick' hit, break bones (yeah)
It don't care who strong, yeah

I'm a chandelier
Just on Chrome Heart, I spend a hundred grand a year (at least)
All the thots gettin' turnt up, they standin' on a chair
End of the night, we drunk, they playin' truth or dare (ayy)
Want me pull her hair
When I'm lit, don't care
Really rich, I swear
Switch at least a pair
All my whips is rare (skrrt)
Man, this shit ain't fair
Wanna be a millionaire?
Come and sniff my air
I'm in the winner circle
Damn, your nigga a square
Money everywhere
You lil' niggas embarrassin'
Pull up, watch 'em glare
Shit, I'm in the McLaren
Take Bottega steps
Seen you shop in clearance
Five figures for the fit, that's everything I'm wearin'
These two thousand kicks when I'm just runnin' errands
I had racks when I was a jit, started takin' care of my parents
Ain't got no advance off rap, but I live in a mansion, uh

Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah
Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah
Ice my left arm, Patek my person', yeah
Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah

Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (turn up quick)
We get in, get gone, yeah
Put her in the mix, it's on, yeah
Leave your bitch at home, yeah
Done got rich off songs, yeah
I can't do no wrong (yeah)
Four-nick' hit, break bones (yeah)
It don't care who strong, yeah
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Writer: Herbert Wright, Taurus Bucy Currie Jr., Wesley Glass
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